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Lesbian Female / 35
Lesbian Awakening,
During the last summer of college a girl friend and I decided to do the pilgrimage was to walk between Portugal and Spain. We are both Catholics and it seemed like a good idea. We traveled to Portugal with our gear, pretty minimal because you have to carry everything and set out on our walk. I don't know why this caught my attention. My girlfriend wore some pretty tight hiking shorts. They hugged her thighs and as she walked stuck in her crack and she was constantly reaching to release her shorts and I assume panties. After several times this happened and her panties and shorts had ridden up her crack I told her to let me do it. I reached and with my fingers pulled her shorts and panties out of her crack. As we walked I had to help several times.
That night, our first night out, we were in a small hostel sleeping on two cot size beds and she asked me if I liked putting my fingers in her crack. I said not really, I was trying to help. She asked again if I liked putting my fingers in her crack. I again said not really but she was insistent and told me that she wanted me to come to her cot and feel up her crack. Her panties were deep inside her crack and she lay on her stomach and I picked her panties out of her crack. She asked me, or told me, to pull her panties off and lick her crack.
In the normal course of events there is only one answer, HELL NO. But her bare bottom was n front of me and I spread her cheeks with my hands and stuck my tongue between her cheeks until I was licking her asshole. By then I was on my knees between hers and I had her by the hips and I was licking and kissing her for all I was worth. I started to try and get to her vagina and she got up on all fours and bent down and I was able to lick her vagina and eat her out. She came in a rapid jerk shoving my head out from between her legs.
It was over. The moment was over. She lay on her back, her chest rising and falling, her boobs hard against her top, her naked legs and pussy rising and falling. I had eaten my first pussy and kissed and licked her ass. I pulled her legs apart so I could see her pussy. It was the first time ever that I looked at a pussy like that. As a sexual organ. With one last effort I lowered my head down and gently sucked and licked her pussy.
Our walk lasted 13 days before reaching our destination. I walked behind her looking at her ass the entire way, pulling her shorts and panties out of her crack as we walked. I ate pussy every day and after three days she ate pussy too. We didn't talk about what we were doing, we just did it and fell into some serious love making, including kissing and fondling. By the time we were ready to return home we agreed we would never talk about it and just move on.
Well, I wasn't able to move on and I pushed myself on her after we got back and she had no choice in the matter, so to speak. We went to small tattoo parlor and tattooed two hearts with our initials in each heart on the underside of our wrist. By then we were kissing aggressively, at the drop of a hat. He boobs were now my focus and her pussy where I ended up. I suppose that I was topping her but I'm pretty sure it's the other way around, she is the dominant one, not me.
We left college and got jobs working at hotels in Vegas. We went there thinking we were going to break into show business but after six months we knew that was not going to be us. After two years of going nowhere we applied to and were accepted to the University of Texas in Austin in their graduate program and moved to Austin where we live. I am still very much a boob girl, and I finish off down there. She's passive mostly, until she's not and she's the primary partner when it comes to making love.
We returned to Portugal and this time we walked the pilgrimage in ten days. We were serious about getting there and there were far fewer distractions. We lay on the cobble stone street in front of the Cathedral holding hands. A man, old to us, looked down to us and asked us where we came from. We said Portugal. He said, no, from where in the States. He was there on his pilgrimage, except he was rich enough to stay in a first class hotel. He invited us to dinner and we had a long night talking about almost everything. He never once commented on our current state, two women tied to each other, with rings on our fingers and matching heart tattoos on our wrists. He noticed, and we noticed him noticing. We left him to return to our less nice hotel by telling him we had fallen in love on this very pilgrimage 15 years earlier.
This time we returned to say our vows to each other in that big Catholic cathedral, in front of everyone and no one. As far as we know Catholic priests don't marry girls yet, but they might, when they get the right to marry girls themselves.
That night, our first night out, we were in a small hostel sleeping on two cot size beds and she asked me if I liked putting my fingers in her crack. I said not really, I was trying to help. She asked again if I liked putting my fingers in her crack. I again said not really but she was insistent and told me that she wanted me to come to her cot and feel up her crack. Her panties were deep inside her crack and she lay on her stomach and I picked her panties out of her crack. She asked me, or told me, to pull her panties off and lick her crack.
In the normal course of events there is only one answer, HELL NO. But her bare bottom was n front of me and I spread her cheeks with my hands and stuck my tongue between her cheeks until I was licking her asshole. By then I was on my knees between hers and I had her by the hips and I was licking and kissing her for all I was worth. I started to try and get to her vagina and she got up on all fours and bent down and I was able to lick her vagina and eat her out. She came in a rapid jerk shoving my head out from between her legs.
It was over. The moment was over. She lay on her back, her chest rising and falling, her boobs hard against her top, her naked legs and pussy rising and falling. I had eaten my first pussy and kissed and licked her ass. I pulled her legs apart so I could see her pussy. It was the first time ever that I looked at a pussy like that. As a sexual organ. With one last effort I lowered my head down and gently sucked and licked her pussy.
Our walk lasted 13 days before reaching our destination. I walked behind her looking at her ass the entire way, pulling her shorts and panties out of her crack as we walked. I ate pussy every day and after three days she ate pussy too. We didn't talk about what we were doing, we just did it and fell into some serious love making, including kissing and fondling. By the time we were ready to return home we agreed we would never talk about it and just move on.
Well, I wasn't able to move on and I pushed myself on her after we got back and she had no choice in the matter, so to speak. We went to small tattoo parlor and tattooed two hearts with our initials in each heart on the underside of our wrist. By then we were kissing aggressively, at the drop of a hat. He boobs were now my focus and her pussy where I ended up. I suppose that I was topping her but I'm pretty sure it's the other way around, she is the dominant one, not me.
We left college and got jobs working at hotels in Vegas. We went there thinking we were going to break into show business but after six months we knew that was not going to be us. After two years of going nowhere we applied to and were accepted to the University of Texas in Austin in their graduate program and moved to Austin where we live. I am still very much a boob girl, and I finish off down there. She's passive mostly, until she's not and she's the primary partner when it comes to making love.
We returned to Portugal and this time we walked the pilgrimage in ten days. We were serious about getting there and there were far fewer distractions. We lay on the cobble stone street in front of the Cathedral holding hands. A man, old to us, looked down to us and asked us where we came from. We said Portugal. He said, no, from where in the States. He was there on his pilgrimage, except he was rich enough to stay in a first class hotel. He invited us to dinner and we had a long night talking about almost everything. He never once commented on our current state, two women tied to each other, with rings on our fingers and matching heart tattoos on our wrists. He noticed, and we noticed him noticing. We left him to return to our less nice hotel by telling him we had fallen in love on this very pilgrimage 15 years earlier.
This time we returned to say our vows to each other in that big Catholic cathedral, in front of everyone and no one. As far as we know Catholic priests don't marry girls yet, but they might, when they get the right to marry girls themselves.
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